Monday, September 07, 2015

today's laments

i always wanted to make a blanket of all the boys' old favorite shirts... but they don't have those shirts anymore :(  or any of the pillows i made from their old shirts.  urgh.  i know we could have lost people and we only lost stuff... but how i miss the familiar sentimental stuff that could make anywhere feel like home

i so miss the soft old American quilt and the sand dollar quilt and the soft rosebud sheets

and every single set of soft flannel sheets

i miss snuggling with Courage - i wish he'd just come back and be safe again

i hate that i have no pans or bakeware and this kitchen feels too different and vacation homey for me to cook in :(

i hate that Trader Joe's doesn't stock their pumpkin bread mix till 16 September when i needed it for medicinal purposes weeks ago

i'm making pumpkin bread from scratch - it's going to end horribly i just know it ;)

Sunday, September 06, 2015

5 things sunday

Cape Cod was heavenly.... i went to all my favorite places and bought utterly pointless needless things like a chunky old wooden crate, a bowl with ducks on it and a sage stick too pretty to be burnt ;)  and we had icecream, of course

i wonder what possesses everyone with a small plane to fly over and back around and then back over our "house" (now just a rectangle of concrete) since it was hit by a plane...?  people are sooooo weird.  and complete tools also. and thoughtless to boot.  there's ANOTHER plane now, it's been a whole 7 minutes since the last one (?????????)

Primark opens it's hallowed Boston doors on Thursday.  excited much....?  A LITTLE!!!!!!

even better than that: we are going home in 9 weeks and 5 days.  just sayin'

another plane flew over the house.  what the????  i'm sensitive, i know but seriously, why??????!

Tuesday, September 01, 2015

five things tuesday 1 september

dear white rabbits: work this month.  please!

i'm the mother who is sad when her kids go back to school, who gets an upset tummy for a week before because i HATED going back to school and i have major empathy for them.  plus i hate homework and lunch-making and back-to-school night and Sunday night and pretending to be nice and curbing my bad words and dark thoughts in front of other parents.  i don't have the gene that makes that kind of faking OK

lame things you lose in a fire that you don't think about till 8 whole weeks later and it hurts again for the lamest of reasons: all your favorite fonts, like ALL OF THEM!  your curling iron on the day you NEED curly hair.  the crossbars on your car - urgh, how did we leave those in the garage as we watched it get crushed and burned...?  sprinkles.  i had SO MANY PRETTY SPRINKLES!  Essie Wicked (though between you and me the word wicked is totally banned around here - my west coast streak haaaates it;).  the perfect white shirt, that has never been worn so it will be perfect and white on the day you choose to wear it.  my favorite baby lotion from England (because i'm still technically a baby:)

i'm going home in 10 weeks and 2 days.  not that i'm counting or nothing :|

you know you officially have a new favorite person when you make them scones from scratch and you sample them and they are delicious and you don't mind giving them away anyway

i just found one of those special pens made 'for her' and it's just like a regular pen :(

our car is all burnt on top.  i never thought to check the roof :|  

i quite love my new camera that has NO specks of dust on the sensor and my new lens that has enver been dropped in the ocean (the 28mm f1.8) and my new camera satchel

don't say anything but i think David Beckham could use more light in his instagram pics... they're dark. maybe that's how he likes them so i'm not going to add my negative opinion ;)

i cannot wait to go to Marks and Spencer and buy an entire kitchen of ready made wonderful food (i just fast forwarded 10 weeks and 2 days ;)  i miss curry.  and fresh bread.  and victoria sandwich cake.  and chocolate biscuits.  and chiplets.  and jelly snacks that are actually soft and squishy.